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Feed The Night 
by Brother Cadfael (brother_cadfael@earthcorp.com)

***

A female vampire seduces a young stripper, but when she 
learns of her Sire's wish to eradicate all his progeny, 
the stripper may become more than just sustenance. She 
may be her savior. (FF, fantasy, rom)

***

--The Embrace--

Jezebel watched intently as the young girls on the stage 
swung themselves about brass poles. Their bodies 
undulated to the rhythm of the music beneath the bluish-
purple wash of the lights. It was a Wednesday night and 
there were relatively few patrons in the club. 

"Hey, Jezzie!" Eddie yelled from behind the bar. His 
voice could barely be heard over the pounding of techno 
bass-riffs. "Hey, Jezzie! You want another Noose?"

"No, thanks," she yelled back. She hadn't quite finished 
the one she had and didn't think she would be around 
long enough to drink another.

Besides, her attention was elsewhere. The young bodies 
on the stage. Three of them and all as beautiful as the 
other. They looked eighteen or nineteen, with the 
exception of the taller brunette in the center. She 
looked as young as the other's, but something in her 
eyes set her apart. Her soul was an ancient one, but she 
had a young heart. Jezebel thought she looked like she 
had spent her life searching for something. She didn't 
know what. Neither did the young girl, she would bet.

As the brunette wrapped her long legs around the pole, 
Jezebel got up from her stool and walked across the 
floor. There were two tables directly in front of the 
stage. She sat in the one nearer the object of her 
interest. 

The girl wore a leather g-string with a matching top. 
Her hands slid down her own body, caressing her hips and 
thighs. She pressed her hand against her crotch and 
spiraled to the ground around the pole. She wound up 
nearly flat on her back with one hand grasping the pole 
as her hips rose and her hands grasped her crotch 
repeatedly. She flung her head back imitating an orgasm.

Jezebel caught the girl's eye and gave her a wink. As 
the girl's white-gloved hand slid beneath her g-string, 
she kept her eyes fixed on her captivating admirer. 
Jezebel plucked the cherry from her drink and sensually 
drew it into her mouth. The girl on stage was watching 
intently and pulled her glove off with her teeth. She 
returned her hand to her crotch. When she brought it 
back to her face, the blue and purple lights reflected 
off her wet finger. She slid it into her mouth and 
issued a pleased smile. She danced back to her feet and 
swiveled her hips as she spun around the pole again. She 
rubbed herself against the pole as if it were going to 
come alive.

Jezebel felt herself getting wet beneath the black mini-
skirt that she wore. She waited until she was sure that 
the young woman was watching again and slid her left 
hand discreetly between her black-nylon clad thighs. She 
pushed her panties to the side and entered herself. It 
felt nice but did nothing to relieve herself of the 
desire this night was bringing. 

Jezebel removed her hand and put her legs together. Her 
hand slid into her mouth and came out clean. The 
brunette nearly fell off the stage. The wheels set in 
motion, Jezebel stood up and walked away, making a point 
not to look back.

"Eddie!" she yelled, returning to the bar.

"Yeah, Jezzie?"

"That new girl -- What is her name?"

"Jesus Christ, Jezzie! Again? Why can't you leave my 
gal's alone, huh? You always fall for them and they 
never dance here again!"

"Just tell me her name, stud," she said sarcastically.

"Andi. Her name's Andi. Listen, why can't you just go 
after guys? 

You're a great lookin' dame. Hell, go after women for 
all I care! 

Just go after women who _don't_ dance for _me_!"

"Eddie?" She cooed. He stopped wiping the counter and 
looked up at her.

"Yeah?" He said. He was a little pissed off, but he knew 
what to expect of her. Just venting his anger wouldn't 
kill her.

Jezebel gave him a warm kiss. It was friendlier than 
most, but it wasn't a kiss she would give to a lover. 
"You know you love me," she snickered, "so why can't you 
just let me have a little fun occasionally with your 
girls?"

She was right. The truth was, he did love her. At least, 
as much as he could love any woman since Sylvia left him 
-- the bitch. If nothing else, he certainly wouldn't 
deny a nice fuck if she asked him for it. Unfortunately, 
she never had. And she probably never would. She only 
went after the most attractive women and never gave a 
guy so much as the time of day unless he was a Greek 
God. "Yeah, ok. I'll hook you up. I'll hook you up. 
Although it looks like you've already done everything 
except give her your phone number. Jesus H. Christ 
woman."

"Just tell her that I want to talk to her. I'll be in 
the booth in the back." She didn't need to tell him 
which one. She routinely sat in the back corner of the 
club, drinking Noose's, watching the crowd, watching the 
dancers and touching herself. 

***

Andi had just finished taking a shower when Eddie had 
walked in on her. The pig didn't even have the decency 
to knock first. She forgave him however, when he told 
her that the woman she had been flirting with wanted to 
see her.

She had only been intimate with a woman once in her life 
and that was with a fellow dancer at the Gold Finger. 
She occasionally thought about other women, though. If 
only she knew how to be bold enough with the same sex. 
She could never ask a woman out. She couldn't even flirt 
without becoming self-conscious. But that woman out 
there tonight. She had opened the gates first. She had 
made the first move and that made everything seem so 
much easier. And now she might have an opportunity that 
couldn't be passed up.

After she gathered her things and found a sexy knee 
length skirt and a frilly blouse to wear, she went to 
the back of the bar and introduced herself to her 
admirer. The woman was gorgeous. Even more so than she 
had appeared from the stage. Her short black hair and 
red fingernails and lipstick looked so elegant against 
her pale white skin. Her lips shined as she licked them 
and her breasts fought to free themselves from the 
confines of her turtleneck. 

Andi sat across from the woman and felt the piercing 
gaze of her blue eyes.

"Andi," she said. Her voice fueled Andi's fire. It was 
low and sensuous with a crystalline quality. "My name's 
Jezebel. You put on quite a show up there. You're good. 
Very good."

"Thanks," Andi smiled nervously, "it's easy when you 
have a lot of inspiration from the audience. You put on 
quite a show yourself. I envied that cherry."

"I envied that hand." Jezebel took another drink.

Andi found herself at a loss for words. She wanted to 
reply. She knew what she wanted to say, but she couldn't 
bring herself to utter more than nonsense. Great first 
impression, she thought, trip over your own tongue. 

"Why don't you sit next to me?" Jezebel said. She 
motioned for Andi to move.

Andi immediately felt a warm glow wash over her body as 
the excitement of being so close to something so 
beautiful enveloped her. But she wasn't warm. As a 
matter of fact, she felt her skin grow noticeably cold 
the instant she brushed her thigh against the woman. It 
was odd, but not so much so that she couldn't gain the 
sense to take advantage of her circumstances. 

Andi put her hand on the woman's knee. Her skin there 
was cold as well. Not freezing, but certainly below 
normal. Something about it gave her goose bumps and made 
her thighs wet. The woman had soft skin. The woman 
watched Andi's hand closely as it made its way between 
her legs. She sat very still and finally closed her 
eyes. Jezebel bit her lip as Andi's fingers bumped 
lightly against the mound beneath her panties.

Suddenly, the woman came alive. She put her hand behind 
Andi's neck and kissed her lips. It was a light kiss at 
first but became hard and forceful, reminding her of one 
of the boyfriends she once dated. But as the woman's 
tongue entered her mouth, the feminine qualities made 
themselves evident. She caressed places inside her mouth 
that made her heart skip multiple beats. Andi had slid 
her fingers beneath the panties and pressed her middle 
finger against Jezebel's warm lips. They parted slowly 
and beckoned for her finger to enter. It did and it sent 
a wave of human electricity to her spine.

She grabbed Andi's hand by the wrist and stopped her. 
"Let's go somewhere private."

"Ok," Andi breathed. She really didn't care about 
privacy right now. She would have been content to strip 
and lay her body on the table for this woman.

"My place," Jezebel said, taking her new friend by the 
hand and leading her to the car.

***

Jezebel punched a code into the electronic lock on her 
apartment door. It beeped and she escorted Andi inside. 
She watched Andi's eyes light up in awe. The apartment 
was dark with a lot of shades of black and deep reds, 
but it was the most comfortable looking place on earth. 
The sofa was oversized. Several beanbags lay in a pile 
on the floor. And she could peer into the bedroom from 
here to see an extremely large bed with huge pillows and 
a beautiful down comforter. The carpet was plush and 
felt good after they took their shoes off. It ran 
through her toes like warm grass.

"It's beautiful," she said.

"Thank you," said Jezebel, "Would you like something to 
drink?"

"Yes, please," Andi glanced nervously at Jezebel and 
then at the floor. She was a little anxious about the 
situation. She was attracted to this strange woman. She 
would happily lie down for this girl in the middle of 
the floor right now, but she was too nervous to initiate 
anything herself. Perhaps if she was older, but this 
woman was probably a decade older than she was. Maybe 
thirty-two, although by looks alone one would think she 
was in her early twenties.

Jezebel went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of red 
wine. Andi watched as the impossibly beautiful brunette 
stood beneath the track lighting, pouring two long-stem 
glasses. Her hair was thick and the darkest black you 
could imagine. The gentle light above her covered her 
with a fuzzy halo. Somehow this woman seemed out of 
place beneath such a symbol. She gave the appearance of 
a rebel. A woman, who didn't accept the rules of 
society, but didn't overtly challenge them. A woman, who 
did what she wanted, but did it discreetly.

Andi sat on the sofa, curling one foot beneath her. 
Jezebel came up behind her and stroked her hair lightly 
before handing over one of the glasses of wine. Jezebel 
sat next to her and sipped from the glass. Andi's hand 
was shaking and she spilled several drops of wine onto 
her blouse.

"Oh, God, I'm so clumsy!" She said, putting the drink 
down and swiping at her blouse with a tissue. "I guess 
I'm a little nervous."

"You don't need to be," Jezebel comforted her, "Here, 
why don't you let me help you with that?"

She scooted closer and unclasped the top button of her 
blouse. The second and third soon followed as their eyes 
met. Andi put her hands on Jezebel's wrists. Such smooth 
skin. It made her shake even more. She felt like an 
insecure fifteen-year-old again. 

"Yes, help me," Andi said, kissing her soft lips.

Jezebel paused for a moment. She felt like she was on 
fire. She was always so cold. She always hungered for 
someone to keep her warm, but it was never more than a 
selfish need. Something about this young girl excited 
her. It wasn't just the heat of her luscious body, but 
the spark in her eye. She was captured electricity 
waiting for someone to ground herself to. For the first 
time in ages, she felt the urge to shred this sweet 
girls clothing off of her and give herself completely to 
her. She had rarely been unable to keep absolute 
control. She was always the one to manipulate the 
situation and remain calm as she worked her lover into 
frenzy. That frenzy would feed her for hours or even 
days. But she felt herself losing control in that one 
moment of hesitation.

The buttons of Andi's blouse flew several feet as 
Jezebel ripped it open, revealing the soft flesh 
beneath. Andi reclined against the arm of the sofa, 
pulling Jezebel to her breasts. Jezebel drew one 
protruding nipple into her mouth and worked at it 
gently.

Jezebel felt Andi's knee rubbing carefully, back and 
forth, between her legs. Her kneecap pressed against her 
mons without too much pressure. The lips of her pussy 
rubbed against each other, making her wetness drip 
through her panties. A wet spot developed on Andi's 
panty hose.

Jezebel pursed her lips around the start of the nipple, 
against Andi's breast. Her tongue drew long vertical 
lines across the tip. Andi's chest rose and dropped with 
a heavy sigh. Jezebel released the beauty's nipple and 
kissed her way toward her shoulders. The sighs 
increased. The breathing intensified. Jezebel heard the 
fierce beating of the woman's heart in her own ears. It 
pounded a primal rhythm much like the song that she had 
danced to earlier in the evening. The beat encouraged 
Jezebel to kiss Andi's throat and her neck. Every kiss 
landing with the force of a feather but the effect of a 
jackhammer. Jezebel opened her mouth, her incisors grew 
longer. Her lips moistened. Andi's knee still moved from 
side to side and brushed Jezebel's pussy. She stopped 
moving her knee and pressed it a little harder into 
Jezebel's crotch. 

Jezebel sighed. Her breath shuddered. Her body trembled 
and she felt as if her soul were being sucked from every 
pore of her skin. The endings of nerves she never 
realized lay within her body burned and her loins shook 
with electricity. Her body contracted and her vagina 
tightened on itself.

Jezebel tried to force her incisors back into her jaw. 
She fought for them to recede. The excitement was so 
great, but she wanted so much to control herself. In her 
mind, she focussed on the control. The molecules in her 
body slowing and relaxing. Her body and mind pushing for 
control. 

But her instincts overpowered her and the sharp sting of 
Jezebel's teeth soon shocked Andi and caused her to 
gasp. She tried to scream, but the hand between her 
thighs mixed her feelings and her body was confused. 
Andi sighed and let an extremely loud moan rattle 
Jezebel's head. Andi first attempted to fight her off, 
but was overcome with a sense of complete satisfaction 
and tranquility. She pulled Jezebel's head close and let 
the blood in her veins flow over the lapping tongue and 
pursed lips of her lover.

Jezebel snaked her hand inside Andi's panties and 
pressed a finger into her vagina. It was like an 
entranced snake maneuvering inside of the silky lining 
of the young pussy. Jezebel continued to feed. Andi sank 
further into a hypnotic meshing of heartbeats. Andi's 
body swam in a river of endorphins and she was coming.

Andi lost consciousness, or at least all ability to 
recollect what was transpiring. Her body followed waves 
of sensual winds and her mind drifted away from reality.

Jezebel knew when Andi had fallen into rapture when her 
breathing calmed and her movement nearly ceased. She 
continued to feast on the young flowing angel beneath 
her and the world passed away from her eyes. Life's 
fluid swam into her empty heart and she became drunk. 
When her body had taken its fill, she passed out and lay 
upon Andi's chest.

***

Jezebel awoke with a searing flame enveloping her skull. 
She attempted to gain her faculties and turned to the 
cool body beside her. The girl looked familiar. Her 
beautiful skin and gentle, ancient eyes. Two close 
wounds were circled by stains of blood on the young 
things neck.

Jezebel strained for a moment to recall her situation.

Her heart sank. She had lost control. She had given into 
her need for the girls letting. It had been almost 
painless for her, but when she regained consciousness, 
Jezebel knew that she would suffer an agonizing 
recovery. She felt guilty for losing herself and her 
ability to refrain from abusing the girl.

Jezebel stood up, slowly. She found her equilibrium and 
stumbled into the shower. The turned pulled the plastic 
curtain closed and turned on the flow of water. The hot 
water showered her body and the bathroom filled thick 
with steam. It penetrated her nostrils and encouraged 
her skin to clear.

She soaped her body and caressed herself with a 
washcloth. She felt clean and her mind lost some of it's 
tangled cobwebs. After the shower, she dried off and 
wrapped herself in a soft bathrobe.

After situating herself, Jezebel picked Andi's body up 
and moved the sleeping girl to the bedroom, allowing her 
to take over the bed. She removed her clothes, taking 
liberty to let her hands and fingers explore the 
smoothness of her soft skin. Andi's body felt so cold. 
Much like Jezebel often felt.

She pulled the blankets and comforters over the sleeping 
girl, up to her shoulders. What she needed was heat, to 
relieve some of the pain and quicken the process of her 
body's regeneration. Jezebel turned up the thermostat in 
the apartment.

Satisfied that her young friend was as comfortable as 
she could be in the present situation, Jezebel prepared 
to leave for the morning, before the sun rose. She left 
a note on the nightstand for Andi, incase she happened 
to regain consciousness:


I'm sorry for this. You will be all right. I will see to 
it. I must leave to speak with an old friend. I will 
return soon. She locked the apartment behind her.


Her destination was an ancient looking bookstore. But 
inside, there were more than just books. There were maps 
and stones and items of unimaginable age and use. These 
oddities were the possessions of Lodairos, a neutral 
friend to all who roamed in the night. Not one of them, 
he knew more of their nature and history than any other 
human. Perhaps even more than many of the elders.

He always had a strong desire to be consumed by them and 
live his life as an undead creature, but he also feared 
such transition. Still, of German descent and American 
citizenry he was a resource for many of those who found 
themselves in a time of tribulation. Jezebel knew that 
he would be awake when she came to his shop, because he 
had adapted the hours and many traits of their 
lifestyle.

A small light glowed in the back of the shop and a 
small, elderly figure came to the door. He peered 
through the glass and smiled.

"Jezebel! Good to see you, dear!" His voice was like 
bratwurst-- warm and inviting with just enough spice to 
catch your attention.

"I need help, Lodairos," she said, fumbling with her 
purse.

"Come in, then... Come in! Come in!" He said, waving his 
arm and ushering her into the store. The smell of old 
paper and rich leather bindings calmed her nerves a 
little.

"I was with something last night. I got-- I got carried 
away. I need to help them. It's my fault and I want them 
to recover."

"But, child... Once taken by nasferatu, one never 
recovers. Merely regains consciousness. They are, 
clinically, dead. You know that."

"Yes. I know-- I know. I should have controlled myself 
and avoided this whole situation, but I couldn't and I 
didn't. But I can try to keep things from getting worse. 
Will you help?"

"Jezzy, this person... I've never seen you bother with 
someone like this. It isn't like you."

"She's different. This person isn't like anyone else 
that I've taken before."

"You like this person, no?"

"I-- I think so. Lodairos, will you help me or not?"

"Yes. I have what you need, but I can promise nothing."

Jezebel hugged the old man and thanked him. He left the 
room, disappearing into a dark recessed closet that 
looked more like a medieval medicine cabinet. He 
returned with a vial of powder.

"What is this?" She asked.

"Crushed leaves of certain medicinal trees from Eastern 
Europe. 

Shavings of Catar bone..."

"It will help her?"

"Not alone. You must keep her warm. You must mix your 
own blood with this and place it on her tongue. She will 
absorb it. If she is going to be well, this will speed 
up the process. But if it is not meant for her to 
survive... Then this will do nothing."

"I appreciate your help, Lodairos. Thank you."

Jezebel carefully wrapped the vial in cloth and secured 
it inside of her purse.

***

Dawn crept over the horizon as she tapped the numbers 
into the electronic lock and entered her apartment. The 
cliché of the lonely vampire racing against the sun to 
stay alive was just that-- a cliché. But the sunlight 
did lessen one's strength and senses. A recently fed 
vampire suffered little effect from the sun, but one who 
had fed as much as a day before would be as week as a 
human with the flu. Truly uncomfortable. Jezebel had fed 
only hours before, but she was too intoxicated and too 
worn from worry to imagine leaving again soon. She 
wanted to administer the medicine to Andi and sleep...

Jezebel willed her incisors to protrude and carefully 
snagged the flesh of her forearm on one tooth. A large 
drop of blood swelled to the surface immediately. She 
coaxed it into the vial, with her fingernail. She shook 
the vial and tilted it until several drops dripped onto 
her finger. She knelt next to Andi.

"I have to give you this, sweet heart. It should help 
you." She was not sure if Andi could hear her or not. 
She was likely still in a deep sleep. She prodded her 
mouth open and placed the powder and blood mixture 
beneath her tongue. "You are an angel... I hope you will 
forgive me for what I've done to you if you ever awake."

Jezebel sighed and placed her purse and the vial next to 
the nightstand, on the floor. Jezebel slipped her shoes 
from her feet and let them dangle over the edge as she 
sat.

It was so warm. It felt as if it were a sauna or a hot 
day in the middle of the Arizona desert. Jezebel was 
sweating. She removed her clothes and stood naked. It 
helped very little to relieve her from the temperature. 
She touched the back of her hand to Andi's arm, beneath 
the blanket. She was still very cold. She hoped the heat 
was helping her.

She crawled beneath the covers of the bed and slid 
herself next to Andi's body. Her arms wrapped around the 
lithe beauty and her body scooted close, to press as 
much of her own flesh against Andi's as she could. 
Andi's cool skin felt nice to Jezebel and cooled her 
off. And the heat from Jezebel's body might help Andi.

Cradling Andi in her arms, Jezebel fell asleep. She 
dreamed. For the first time in years she dreamt. A man 
with black eyes and a large frame stopped her in the 
hallway, as she entered her apartment. He shoved her 
inside and threw her to the floor. She tried to fight 
him off. She had the strength of several mortal men, but 
this one held her securely as he raped her and then slit 
her throat. Her vision dissipated with the last image 
seen being that of her own heart torn from her chest and 
held in the hands of her attacker.

It was rare for her to dream. She would awake knowing 
that she had dreamt. She would remember a man with dark 
eyes. A large man. She would recall him stopping her in 
the hall. But the rest would be an uncomfortable blur 
and soon be forgotten.

Jezebel heard screaming. That is what woke her up. A 
loud, thrashing sound and shuddering screams. They were 
coming from this very room. She forced her weary eyes 
open. Beneath her lay Jezebel, still deeply asleep. 
Beneath her? She saw where she was. Jezebel was between 
Andi's legs and her body undulated against her. Her 
clitoris was throbbing and her legs were burning. Her 
breasts bounced as she thrust her hips against Andi. 
Andi's breasts shook softly back and forth with the 
incessant motion between her legs. And the scream. 
Jezebel realized it was of her own voice, as an orgasm 
came upon her in a surprising wave of ecstasy.

Jezebel had awakened in the morning a few times before 
to the happiness of reeling from a wet dream. But this 
was incredible. The physical stimulation of her body 
hard and clawing for satisfaction. Experiencing an 
unexpected sexual climax. It tripped her mind over its 
own thoughts and she forgot, momentarily, who the girl 
beneath her was and what she was doing atop her.

She gathered herself and slid to the side of Andi. She 
stared at her face and closed eyes. Her great breasts 
and flat stomach. She tried not to think of what had 
just happened. How she had come to be on top of Andi and 
how she had achieved such wonderful orgasm. In a way, it 
frightened her too much to think about. Losing control 
again, she thought. She was losing control again.

"What are you doing to me?" She whispered to Andi. Why 
did she suddenly care so much for someone? And why was 
she unable to control her desires for this girl? Why? 
She wasn't a human any longer. She was nasferatu. She 
was unto herself all she desired and needed. The 
necessity of another soul was only for her feeding. But 
Andi... Andi, she needed.

Jezebel shivered and a tiny aftershock flew down her 
spine while another warmed her belly. She prayed that 
Andi would be well, to a god that she knew was not 
there. Then she fell asleep again. Her body was so 
tired. Her mind was loose. Even having fed half a day 
before, she was not strong. She was not energized and 
healthy.

That disparate feeling continued over the next few days. 
Jezebel slept. When she would awake, she could hardly 
make it into the kitchen to eat, or to get a glass of 
water. Every movement was laborious. She would always 
return to Andi's side and hold her arms around her. Only 
then could she sleep. And only in sleep could she 
tolerate the reeling jumbled senses of her mind.

She knew that she was losing weight. She was dehydrated 
from her inability and unwillingness to continue her 
trips into the kitchen for water. Even the bathroom next 
to the bedroom, to cup her hands beneath the water of 
the faucet and sip from them became too painful and 
draining. So she slept on. Nightmares filled her sleep. 
Years without dreams seemed to suddenly compensate her 
with the most vivid and frightening, illogical images 
and surreal scenes. 

More than a week passed. Jezebel awoke once again. Her 
body was no longer cold the way it always had been and 
it was not boiling as the temperature in the room had 
caused her to feel for these many days. She felt 
flushed. She felt a stirring inside of her body that she 
welcomed.

She opened her eyes and the feeling grew more intense. 
Between her legs Andi lay flat on her stomach, fingers 
parting Jezebel's lips and her tongue caressing her 
clit. Jezebel opened her mouth to speak, but Andi's 
talented tongue only permitted a weak gasp and a sigh to 
come from Jezebel. She squeezed her legs around Andi's 
face, gently and enjoyed the soft feminine expertise. 
The tongue danced and skated over the soft flesh of her 
labia and pressed itself against her clitoris, stroking 
the hood that covered it. The tongue came down and was 
thrust into her vagina. Only now did Jezebel contemplate 
the surprising length and dexterity of Andi's tongue. 
Her body convulsed and she involuntarily shook, writhing 
beneath Andi and bucking her hips.

Andi pulled her body from between Jezebel's legs and 
came up to kiss her lips once. Jezebel moaned and tried 
to speak. Her mind was still in a fog that cradled her 
thought. She knew what she wanted to say, but her body 
insisted on extracting as much pleasure from its recent 
violent as it could.

Andi spoke, "I've heard that most comatose men wake up 
in the hospital with an erection. I always wondered if 
women awoke sexually aroused, too."

Jezebel moved her lips, but she still could not make 
sense enough to push the words out.

Andi continued, "I can say without a doubt that they do. 
At first, I couldn't move. I could only see. I couldn't 
even feel anything for awhile. I was scared, too, but I 
did not want to wake you. I knew that you had been 
caring for me. When my body gained its senses, I could 
feel my nipples. They were so hard. I felt like a soft 
breeze of freezing winter air had just cascaded over my 
skin. And when I looked at you... Saw you sleeping 
beside me... God, I didn't want to wake you but I was... 
In need of you."

Jezebel smiled, "You're turning me on... Unless you 
suddenly have a huge reserve of energy, you should stop 
talking like that." She winked.

"I'm sorry," she feigned an apologetic little girl pout, 
"Like I said, I couldn't control myself. I had to have 
you. Asleep or awake." She grinned.

"Desire and control are difficult and dangerous to 
manage," Jezebel said. Only after the words came out did 
she realize how true they were.

"Fuck me," Andi whispered, kissing Jezebel again. She 
traced her index finger from Jezebel's cheek, along her 
chin, down her neck, slowly between her breasts, and 
down her stomach. Jezebel's eyes closed and she bit her 
lip.

Jezebel whispered, "Say that word again."

"Fuck."

Jezebel shivered. Fuck sounded like the chorus of a 
heavenly hymn from Andi's lips. "I'm glad that you're 
well, Andi. You don't have any idea how badly I felt the 
entire time that you were out. I lo--"

"I know you feel bad about it. I know..." Andi leaned 
over to kiss her again. Jezebel moved away for a moment, 
to an obviously agitated Andi.

"Wait a minute," Jezebel said. "I need to tell you 
something. And I know you're going to hate me or want to 
kill me. I... I wish I could do something about it, 
because I-- really like you. But I owe you the truth."
"Alright," Andi said, retreating from her sexual 
dominance.

"Do you know why you were out for so long? It was my 
fault. I..." 

Jezebel took a breath and swallowed before attempting to 
continue. 

She touched her hand to the still visible bite mark on 
Andi's neck. Andi caught Jezebel's hand and pressed her 
own over it, letting Jezebel's palm lie flat over the 
wound.

"It's alright, Jezebel. I know what you are."

Jezebel's eyes gave away her surprise. "What?"

"I know what you did to me... What I am. I understand. 
It's really weird and I don't know the consequences, but 
I'm okay with it. You aren't as sublime and happy as you 
let on, Jezebel. I know your troubles and I know you..."

"But... How?"

"I don't know. I do. Just trust me: I know what has 
happened and I don't hate you for it. My life isn't 
worth-- wasn't worth living the way I was before. I 
wasn't who I wanted to be. You could have done nothing 
to make things worse, even if you killed me."

"I'm so sorry," Jezebel whispered again. Andi fell to 
embrace her.

"Stop. I told you not to be sorry. I've been awake for 
awhile. I had a chance to think while you slept. I need 
to figure some things out. I need to get my mind 
straight. But I do know what I want right now..."

Jezebel looked at her, curious.

"Fuck..." Andi whispered, kissing the full lips of her 
Sire. She felt the soft rhythm of Jezebel's gyrating 
body below. Her clit rubbed against hers. Her skin 
melted against Jezebel's.

Jezebel's hands reached for Andi's and clasped them. She 
turned her arms upward, resting on their elbows; 
offering support for Andi as she gave herself to Jezebel 
again. Soft folds of skin titillated the soft lower lips 
of the other. Their moisture mixed. The insides of 
Jezebel's thighs lit fires against the friction of 
rubbing against the outsides of Andi's thighs. They 
thrust their hips toward one another, reaching for 
orgasm. Reaching for the satisfaction that one could 
provide the other. Their eyes met and locked. Bodies 
shook and breasts bounced. Breaths came short. Sighs 
came readily.

Andi took her right hand from Jezebel's left hand, 
resting much of her weight on her other. Andi drew her 
hand quickly across her own breast and Jezebel's face 
showed a brief confusion when Andi removed her hand to 
reveal a thin, deep slice beneath her right aureole. 
Blood spilled from it. Andi leaned forward and offered 
the breast to Jezebel's willing lips.

Andi felt Jezebel's warm tongue lapping at the blood and 
drinking it from the vein in her breast. It felt 
beautiful and right. Her entire upper body wanted to 
float and felt weightless. She felt her pussy contract 
and her stomach convulse. She was coming and she 
released her inhibitions, screaming loudly and pulling 
Jezebel's hair tightly to one side. Her toes curled and 
her eyes clenched tightly.

Against the blackness of her eyelids, Andi saw a man of 
large build. He removed his glasses to reveal the 
blackest eyes she had ever seen...


--Through My Eyes--

A month had passed since Jezebel and Andi met. A month 
since Andi had been bitten and brought into the life of 
the undead. Andi had come to view Jezebel as a mentor, 
mother, and lover. In turn, Jezebel regarded Andi as her 
savior. An angel sent to rejuvinate her heart and soul 
and lust for living.

The night became theirs. It was the cloak that shrouded 
them as they made love, talked, danced and entangled 
themselves in each other's web.

But when morning came, and sleep drew them in, Andi was 
tortured by nightmares. Jezebel slept well, but worried 
greatly for her lover. She would cradle her in her arms 
and assure Andi that all was right. But the fear and 
sickness in her eyes frightened Jezebel. She would speak 
to Andi almost daily about the nightmares. Asking 
questions. Digging for a way to resolve the pain she saw 
her in. But her questions were dodged. She knew when 
Andi was lying, but did not press her on that aspect. 
Still wondered why Andi would hide anything from her.

Jezebel looked up as Andi entered the room and drew the 
drapes closed, forcing the rising sun from the 
apartment.

"Hello, angel," Jezebel said.

Andi came to the bed. She kissed Jezebel. "Hello, 
yourself."

Andi started to pull away, but Jezebel's arms wrapped 
around her back and stopped her. Jezebel pulled her down 
until Andi came to a straddling position above her.

"Stop fidgeting with the curtains and doors and come to 
bed," Jezebel said. She didn't have to repeat herself. 
Andi turned out the lights and it was nearly dark 
inside. Jezebel reached between Andi's legs and slid her 
middle finger into her pussy, up to the knuckle. Andi 
squirmed and fell to her side, willing Jezebel to do 
with her as she wished. She withdrew the finger and put 
it to her mouth. Licking it first, then drawing it into 
her mouth, pursing her lips around the finger. "You 
taste like peaches..."

Andi slipped her index finger into her own pussy and 
pulled it out, glistening and shining in the faint 
light. She pressed it to Jezebel's lips and watched as 
it was happily taken in to her mouth.

"I know that you know what this feels like, Andi... When 
you want to crawl inside of the other's body and fuck 
them from the inside. Wishing you could experience the 
sensations they feel as you are causing them..."

Andi nodded, breathlessly whispering agreement.

Jezebel pushed Andi onto her back and put her palm 
against her pelvic bone, letting her fingers cascade 
down to her vagina. She lightly brushed her middle 
finger against Andi's clitoris and watched a wave come 
over her, causing her to shiver. She put more pressure 
on her clit and began a consistent circular motion, 
rubbing her clitoris around and around, letting the 
friction of Andi's own body rubbing against her clit 
induce an orgasm. The motions sped up and her hand was 
beginning to be visible only as a blur of pale white.

Andi shuddered and her hands quickly grabbed Jezebel's, 
holding it against her pussy, and guiding her fingers 
into Andi. She held Jezebel's hand still and humped her 
hips upward, onto the long, artistic digits.

Andi closed her eyes and came. Against the blackness of 
her eyelids, she saw a tall man with ivory skin and 
dark, brooding eyes. She was vaguely aware of the image. 
Her interest and body were occupied by the fire in her 
belly.

"Don't stop, Jezzy-- God don't you dare stop!" She 
cried.

And Jezebel didn't. She continued her ministrations. She 
eased a second and a third finger in. A fourth was soon 
to join them when Andi's hand coaxed them eagerly to 
enter her body. She was panting and her body undulated 
like a raft in the torrid sea. Sweat began to cover her 
forehead and her chest. Her thighs were an excited pink 
and her labia were full and voluptuous.

Another image painted itself on the backs of Andi's 
eyelids. She was slightly more aware of this one, but 
her brain, consumed in the moment of ecstasy discarded 
it. A woman lay on the floor by the man's feet, a line 
of blood about her neck.

"More," Andi whispered, "More Jezzy, I want you inside 
of me."

"No, child-- I'll hurt you. I don't want it to hurt, 
sweet," Jezebel argued.

"I don't care. Let it hurt. Please, Jezebel. God, I want 
you inside of my body. Yourself, you said you wanted 
such."

"But," she protested.

"Just put that fucking hand in me. Don't worry about 
me... Please... Just do it quickly and it won't hurt..."

Jezebel gathered herself and knelt on her hands. She 
took hold of her wrist with her other hand and forced 
her entire right hand into Andi's pussy. Her body 
resisted at first and it took much strength to enter. 
But she was in, to her wrist now and it caused only one 
long guttural scream from Andi.

Jezebel was shocked at what she was doing. There was 
something sensual about having her fist inside of this 
warm body. It made her feel connected and she was, for 
awhile, a part of Andi. It was spectacular.

"Does this feel well, Andi?" She asked, hoping that she 
had indeed found enjoyment in this, as it was she that 
had insisted.

Andi said nothing. She clenched her teeth and breathed 
heavily like a woman in labor. She was sweating and 
shaking. Her eyes were tightly shut. Her cunt was 
begging to be relieved of the mass inside of her. Her 
skin quaked. Jezebel's hand began to twist in semi-
circular motions. This sent Andi over the edge and her 
body entered the most intense orgasm she could recall. 
She screamed, loud enough to hurt Jezebel's ears. She 
wanted the hand out of her, but she desired to have it 
within her, too. It was beginning to overwhelm her and 
she could no longer accept the stimulation and the 
intriguing, odd sense of pain inside of her, swelling 
throughout her lower body, belly, breasts... 

The image reappeared against her eyelids. It was Jezebel 
at the floor. Punctured neck with a streak of blood. 
Another streak of the blood was faintly visible on the 
dark shoes of the black-eyed man above her.

Andi passed out.

***

Jezebel awoke hours later to Andi's prodding.

"What is it?" She asked, attentively.

"I need to talk to you, Jezzy..."

Jezebel sat up and brushed the hair away from her eyes. 
"About the dreams."

Andi nodded. "Yes. And something else."

"Alright... I've been waiting for you to explain. It's 
an odd time, but I suppose this is as well as any, isn't 
it dear?"

Andi smiled. "Yeah. I guess." She thought for a moment. 
She began to speak and then hesitated before continuing. 
"It's more than dreams. I've also had these... visions. 
But they've only come a few times. Perhaps a half 
dozen... And they come only when... well... when... when 
I'm cumming."

Jezebel smiled devilishly and immediately tried to cover 
it up.

"Smart ass," Andi retorted. "It's always been a dark-
eyed man in the dreams and visions. A tall, pale figure. 
Almost ghostly. It never made sense before, but his eyes 
frightened me. They always have since the first dream 
weeks ago."

"Dreams," Jezebel whispered, "Andi, dreams are just the 
result of your brain processing information at night. 
It's noth--"

"No. Listen," Andi insisted. "This dream... The 
vision... Earlier, when you put your hand in me... When 
I came-- I saw him again... And you."

Jezebel's eyes perked up and she ruffled her brow.

"Jezzy... You were by him on the floor... You were dead 
or something... I think you were dead..."

Jezebel sat quietly. She was unsure how to respond. She 
wanted to disregard what she had just heard, but...

It was familiar. She had experienced similar dreams 
during the time that Andi was sick. That is why she 
found it difficult to ignore. The image. The situation 
of her body on the floor. The man. It was familiar. It 
had happened to her. It was real.

But when? Would she not recall it? It had been so long. 
She was certain of that.

"I think," Andi said, "that I experience these images 
when I am most connected with you. That is why they 
occur when we make love. And when we're asleep... I 
don't know. Perhaps we are symbiotic then, too."

"I don't know," Jezebel thought aloud. "I dreamt about 
this man, too. When you were asleep I dreamt for the 
first time in many years. I can't recall them 
completely... but the man with dark eyes. I knew someone 
like him before. With eyes like pits."

"Who is he?" Andi asked, scooting closer to Jezebel and 
taking her share of the blanket to keep warm. Their legs 
brushed against each other beneath the covers.

"I wish I could say..."

"And why has he hurt you in my dreams?"

"Again... I wish I could answer you."

They were both scared, and neither needed to say so. 
Whatever these things meant, they were enough to stand 
the hair upon your neck on-end. But Jezebel knew that 
there was nothing that could be done about things beyond 
your control. Perhaps, after sleep, she would have the 
faculties to recollect the face in their dreams.

And there was always Lodairos.

Into each other's arms, they fell, appearing to sleep 
like babes on the outside, but sharing the same 
simultaneous dream of the dark man attacking Jezebel.

***

Andi had recently decided to continue stripping. She 
found a comfortable excitement in dancing before men. 
Seeing their lust for her body and sucking in the beat 
of the music without her inhibitions. As night came, she 
showered and dressed for work. After she had gone, 
Jezebel went to the small store wherein she knew 
Lodairos would be busily archiving his texts and 
whatnots.

Jezebel arrived to an unlocked door. That was unusual. 
Lodairos was an aging man and he knew that this 
neighborhood was no longer the safe fortress of his 
childhood. Worry growing in her, she pushed it open. She 
cautiously stepped inside and saw the gentle glow of a 
low-watt bulb in the far end of the store.

A figure moved there. It turned.

"Jezebel!" The voice cried. It was Lodairos.

"Jesus," Jezebel said, "Are you trying to get yourself 
killed? Your door was unfastened!"

Lodairos nodded. His eyes darted from her face to the 
corner of the room, gesturing for her to look behind 
him. Look for something. "I've been too busy at work. I 
must have forgotten about security, child..." 

Jezebel tried to follow his eyes, but she did not quite 
catch on what the old man was trying to convey. He 
cocked his head and she knew that they were not alone. 
He had tried to convey that to her from the moment she 
entered. That is why he moved nervously and his voice 
was higher than normal. Shaky. Unsure of its footing.

"Lodairos... what is it?" Jezebel whispered.

"Run!" He whispered, pleading to her with his eyes. His 
gray hair falling over his eyes and his hands gesturing 
for her to go.

She wanted to ask why. She wanted to take his hand and 
calm him down. But the light behind him quickly 
disappeared. Jezebel looked up and before her, behind 
Lodairos, stood a man of more than six and one-half 
feet. Dark, trimmed hair and sunglasses. His skin was 
pale, like a sheet or a ghost.

"What the hell?" She gasped. She stood, frozen as the 
man towered over her. His hand reached to his face and 
removed his eyeglasses. The black pits of his dark eyes 
stared into her soul.

Jezebel tried to scream. The tip of a large knife 
suddenly appeared, silently through Lodairos' stomach. 
Blood spilled from the blade and wound to the floor. He 
mouthed words that Jezebel could not make out and the 
blade disappeared. The man withdrew the knife and 
returned it to his side.

Like ice, crushing beneath the heavy boots of a storm 
trooper, he spoke: "My time has come to repent and make 
right what I have done."

"What are you talking about?" Jezebel yelled, "What the 
fuck are you talking about?!"

He lunged for her, but her quickness allowed her to 
evade him and avoid the point of the knife he wielded.

"I made the mistake of embracing you, child. Many I have 
embraced. And the time has come for me to cleanse the 
soul I have left and sacrifice my children. I must 
remove the stains I have put on this earth."

"You... You're my sire..." She said quietly, backing 
away from him and easing her way to the doorway.

"Yes, I raped you and fucked you like the whore you have 
become."

"Why would you say such a thing? Why did you... Why did 
you make me this way?"

"I was a venomous man. Frightened of my newfound 
strength and immortality. I thought I was a god. But I 
was wrong. I'm erasing the mistakes of my youth."

"But I'm not a mistake! I was... I was human until 
you..."

"Yes, yes... I know... But I made you what you are. I am 
your sire. Give yourself to me and we will make things 
right. I will be quick in taking your heart."

He swiped at her, lunging forward. He missed her as she 
dodged to the side and he fell against the wall, blade 
slicing into the dark wood.

"Fuck you!" Jezebel said. She swung her arm around, 
elbowing her attacker in the jaw and drawing blood. With 
a quick jump, she found the door and opened it. As he 
came again for her, she caught him in the balls with a 
heavy foot and he squealed. He dropped to the floor and 
cursed her as the bitch he claimed she was.

She wanted to look back as she fled, but the sheer anger 
and relentlessness in his eyes had convinced her that 
one more glance would not be worth her life. She ran. 
Andi should have been to work by now and she would be 
able to speak with her there. In her presence, she would 
feel safe.

***

The bar was alive tonight. Not crowded, by any means, 
but there were enough people to mingle and dance with. 
Jezebel made her way through the people to the counter.

"Jezzy! You're here!" Eddie said loudly, handing her a 
drink.

She shunned the drink and asked him when Andi would be 
on the stage.

"She's got another ten minutes, babe. You want I should 
go get her for you?-- I gotta say, I'm damn pleased one 
of my girls returned after a night with you. Guess 
there's a first time for nearly fuckin' everything ain't 
there?"

"Thanks," she replied, "but I'll just go talk to her 
myself. I'm in a hurry."

Eddie saw something unusual in Jezebel's face. It was... 
anxiety. He hadn't seen her worried about anything 
before. "Jez-- you okay? Is everything alright?"

She looked up at him. She would like to have told him, 
but could not risk involving him in this. He was a bit 
of a prick, but he didn't deserve to have anything like 
this thrust upon him. He wouldn't stand a chance. 
"I'm... There's someone I don't want to see. And I want 
Andi to know who he is."

"Well, I see anybody in here looks a bit suspicious, 
I'll take care of them. Now get on back and see Andi 
before she goes on!"

Jezebel moved around people, zigzagging her way to the 
back of the club. The pattern of lights changed, and the 
blue intensified; pulsed. The music changed. A harsh, 
industrial riff of KMFDM shook the building.

Andi danced powerfully onto the stage; demanding 
attention and getting it.

Damn! Jezebel thought. She couldn't get to Andi from the 
dance-floor. There was no way up and the stage was much 
too high. Steps. There were steps behind stage from the 
dressing room that she could use. If she could get her 
attention from behind there.

But that would cause a commotion. Ten minutes. She could 
wait ten minutes. Andi would have another thirty minutes 
before her next set afterward. She could wait. She 
stepped up to the front part of the stage and watched 
Andi dance. Her nearly naked body spun and her breasts 
bounced. Her long arms wrapped around the brass poles 
and then around herself. She caressed her body and lay 
on the floor, slithering toward the crowd.

Her eyes caught Jezebel's. Eagerly, Jezebel tried to 
communicate to her, gesturing and yelling, but it was 
too loud for her voice to carry.

Jezebel waited and watched. Just a few minutes. It was 
all going to be fine. Her Sire was behind her, crawling 
on his knees in pain. He would be awhile before finding 
her-- and this would be the last place he would look for 
her.

***

Eddie took a clean cloth and dried the inside of the 
glasses before him. It was a pleasantly busy night. More 
people meant more money. And more money meant... Well, 
it meant he could get the hell out of this town and away 
from his ex-wife. Some place warm would be nice.

But he wasn't excited at the thought of leaving the 
gorgeous women who danced for him. Especially Andi. She 
had worked out very well at his bar. Such a beautiful 
young thing when she walked in off the streets looking 
for a gig. And here she was, his main draw for 
customers.

His thoughts turned to Andi's new fling, Jezebel. The 
thought of them together made him snicker. Somehow, they 
seemed appropriate for one another. He'd sure like to 
get a piece of each of them, though. But, he wondered, 
what was up with Jezzy tonight? She seemed so worried. 
Her mind was definitely elsewhere and she was scared.

Who could she mean by 'him'? It certainly couldn't have 
been an ex-boyfriend. When had he ever seen her 
interested in a male? To that point, when had he seen 
her around any men?

A dark image reflected in the glass he held. Eddie 
looked up from it and saw the bearer. It was a tall, 
dark-haired man. He wore damaged sunglasses and walked 
with a subtle limp. His pale skin-- it looked as if he'd 
ripped it from Jezebel and worn it himself; so pale.

He certainly didn't belong in a place like this. He 
didn't seem to even want to be walking into this place. 
Eddie's instincts raised his interest and he stopped the 
man.

"Can I help you? Are you looking for someone?"

The man kept silent, scanning the room. He was looking 
for someone. Jezebel. Eddie would have wagered his 
scrotum on it. The man turned to Eddie and said, "Yes, 
thank you-- I've found what I'm looking for."

The man removed his hat and glasses. His eyes were pits 
and their blackness froze Eddie as he opened the drawer 
by the register and took the butt of the revolver 
inside.

The man walked further. Those who were standing moved 
from his path as he approached. He certainly was not 
going to move around them. Several people at their 
tables glanced nervously upward as he passed them. He 
wore a grimace.

Jezebel felt a cold stare. It darted across the room and 
froze the hair on her neck. She turned, sure of the eyes 
that stare came from. Her Sire. His angry, mechanical 
hate bearing on her. Forbidding her to flee. And to flee 
would only prolong the chase. 

She knew that he was weakened. The limp he had acquired 
from their earlier encounter gave his pain away. And the 
grimace on his face, which was more than just hate-- 
pain.

Her mind raced and she wanted to alert Andi. Seek Andi's 
help so that she would be all right. So that she would 
not have to face this end alone. But only she and her 
Sire existed. Outside their bodies the world moved in 
slow colored blotches, blurring their peripheral vision.

Andi suddenly ceased dancing. At their tables, customers 
grumbled and wondered why she had stopped. She nervously 
clutched at her face, naked body standing free. She 
stared exactly into the eyes of the dark-eyed man who 
had torn her attention from her routine. He was 
oblivious to her, though. He moved in a set manner, 
determined, as he came upon Jezebel. 

"Jezebel!" Andi screamed. She could not get her 
attention. "Eddie!" 

She screamed, realizing that Jezebel was unable to 
gather her senses. She seemed... hypnotized and drawn 
into the void where the strange man stood. The man from 
her very own dreams, whom she had seen above Jezebel 
many days before.

Eddie saw the commotion as the patrons of his bar 
mumbled worriedly and unknowingly in response to the 
sight before them. The dark man who had entered minutes 
before reached a cold hand to Jezebel, brushing her 
cheek. Without words, Eddie drew the pistol from below 
the counter. With a clear line, he fired. Twice. The 
first tore through the man's right arm, shattering his 
elbow. The second bullet pierced his shoulder, throwing 
him forward against the stage.

The man screamed and stood to look at Eddie. In a 
magnificent bound, the wounded man leaped to the stage. 
He shoved Andi off and she fell clumsily to the floor 
below. She winced as the room echoed with the snapping 
of her forearm. The dark-eyed man, with his healthy arm, 
ripped a brass pole from the ceiling, it's now jagged 
edges reflecting light against the walls of the now 
empty nightclub.

Eddie fumbled with the pistol. It clicked twice.

The man turned toward the bar, twenty yards from the 
stage. He hoisted the brass pole like a massive shining 
javelin.

"Christ!" Eddie swore, hoping furiously for the trigger 
to give. 

'Click'

The man hurled the pole into the air and it sailed 
across the room.

'Click'

The magazine could not be empty. It was always kept 
fully loaded. God damned miss-fires! "Christ!" Eddie 
swore again as his eyes caught the end of the pole 
bearing down on him from the center of the room. He 
forced the trigger once more and the gun fired. Eddie 
didn't see the bullet hit its target squarely in the 
jaw, throwing bone and teeth spattering across the stage 
and lights. The pole carved through Eddie's large 
forehead with its uneven rude edge. It speared him 
against the back of the bar, between black and white 
photos on the wall.

Andi screamed as she saw her boss-- her friend, 
slaughtered in her defense.

The dark-eyed man, seeming only momentarily effected by 
his wounds, dove from the stage, landing on Jezebel's 
back, wrapping his arms around her head. She would die 
and he would see to it. His mistake would be erased.

Jezebel knew she was in danger. She wanted to fight off 
her Sire, but he leapt on her and controlled her. How 
could she fight her creator? How could she destroy he, 
who gave her life?-- But these were not her own 
thoughts. God, these were not hers! They were his! She 
knew this and fought desperately to banish them from her 
head. But his connection with his progeny, even years 
later was such that she could afford only a weak and 
swift fight before submitting to his obvious power.

He drained it from her; the power. He reclaimed what he 
had given her. To removed her heart from her chest would 
be the only remaining step. Then, she would cease to be 
nasferatu. She would cease to live.

It was then that Andi felt the surge of power. It was 
pure adrenaline coursing through her veins like a wild 
drug in the arm of an addict. She was nasferatu as well, 
and her Sire was soon to expire. She was strong. She had 
not yet needed to rely on the instincts that had 
embedded themselves in her system these last weeks. Now, 
it was impossible to deny that she was more than she 
ever imagined she could be.

Instinctively, she willed herself to move across the 
floor. Despite the awful pain in her leg, she stood and 
found herself whisked to where the dark-eyed man and 
Jezebel stood. She had not leaped, nor walked-- yet she 
had moved from where she sat, to where she now stood. 
Her power, in this moment of duress, had grown 
exponentially.

"Turn to me, coward," she demanded of the dark figure.

He turned, releasing Jezebel from his arms. His 
mutilated jaw and mouth could not speak, but she heard 
words in her mind, "Do not interfere child. She is 
mine."

"No," she telepathed to him. She had learned recently of 
her ability to communicate without words or gestures 
with Jezebel. She had not realized it was an ability 
beyond herself and her lover.

The dark-eyed man's eyes suddenly gained emotion. 
Before, so sure and direct, now curious and growing 
frightened. He knew instantly that this one was 
powerful. She was young and she had something within her 
that he had never had... Passion. Yes, he sensed passion 
in her and he feared it.

"No," she said aloud this time. "She is mine!"

Shouting gutturally, from her throat, Andi threw her 
hand into the man's chest. Her finger's dug instantly 
into his skin and shock glazed his eyes. Her hand 
twisted inside of his body and he slumped forward, 
gasping a final breath before she withdrew. He fell to 
the floor. Andi loosened her grip and his now still 
heart rolled from her hand, dropping next to his belly.

She looked for Jezebel. She was slumped against a 
barstool. She was delirious and incoherent, but she 
would be fine.

Andi would see to that.

-fin-

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contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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